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Dragon King's Harem Chapter 244. The Prince of The Orc Tribe I
Burz’s PoV
Elsewhere, in the vast expanse of the Greystone Palace, the throne hall of the orc tribe stood tall and imposing. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries that depicted the tribe's history, from their origins in the dark forests to their rise as conquerors of neighboring kingdoms.
The hall itself was cavernous, with high ceilings supported by massive stone pillars. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the crackle of torches that lit the room with an eerie, flickering glow. At the far end of the hall, upon a raised dais, sat the throne of the royal orc. It was an imposing structure, made of gleaming black obsidian and studded with diamonds and rubies.
In that throne room, the aristocracy of the orc tribe had gathered. The room was filled with the sounds of rustling fabrics and clinking armor as the various clans jostled for position and status.
At the forefront of the assembly stood a young orc. Despite his youth, the young orc was not to be underestimated. He possessed a sharp intellect and a cunning that belied his years and had already proven himself on numerous occasions. The Prince of the Orc Tribe named Burz.
His silver hair flowed down his back in a shimmering wave, and his skin was a deep shade of green that hinted at the strength and vigor that lay within. Unlike many of his brethren, Burz dressed with a sense of elegance and refinement, befitting his noble status as a prince of the tribe.
Despite his royal heritage, however, Burz's muscular physique did not immediately suggest the sheer strength that he possessed. He was not as brawny as some of the other orc warriors, who could bend steel with their bare hands and crush skulls with a single blow.
Burz was also not the strongest member of his family. His younger sister, Glasha, had long ago surpassed him in physical prowess and was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. But Burz possessed a different kind of strength - a mental fortitude and strategic cunning that made him a valuable asset to his tribe.
The nobles of the orc tribe murmured amongst themselves as Prince Burz called them to order. His voice was strong and commanding, his tone one of urgency and authority.
The reason for the council's gathering was dire indeed. News had reached the tribe that the Dragon Tribe would soon arrive in Vurdor, and the orcs knew that they must prepare for the inevitable conflict. Burz had estimated that they would arrive tomorrow, and he had summoned the council to discuss their strategy for the upcoming battle.
The sound of murmurs filled the hall. Many of them were seasoned warriors, veterans of countless battles, but even they knew that the arrival of the Dragon Tribe would be a challenge unlike any they had faced before.
Once Burz finished outlining his plan, the disapproval on the faces of the assembled nobles was clear for all to see. They knew the stakes of the upcoming battle, but they were not convinced that Burz's strategy was the right one.
It was not just the fact that they were vastly outnumbered by the Dragon Tribe, or that they were facing a formidable foe that was renowned for their ferocity and cunning. It was the hostages that the dragons had taken - the princess, and many young orcs from the tribe.
Burz had no doubt in his mind that the dragons had killed his father, and had brought his body as a grim sign of their power. It was clear that they intended to use the hostages as leverage, and the orcs knew that they could not risk their lives and those of the hostages in a reckless charge.
One of the nobles, a burly orc with a bushy beard, was the first to voice his dissent.
"What do you mean by opening Vurdor's gate for them, your highness?" His voice was gruff and laced with skepticism. "Isn't that the same as suicide?"
Another noble, a tall and imposing figure with a scarred face, echoed the sentiment. "The dragons are our enemies, Burz. They have taken our princess hostage, and they have killed your father. We cannot simply let them waltz into our city unopposed."
The third noble, a fiery orc with a wild look in his eye, added his own thoughts. "Even though the king has lost and they make the princess a hostage, at least the orcs should fight with resistance to their last drop of blood. That's how the orc tribe should fight!"
Burz listened to their objections patiently, but he remained unmoved. He knew that his plan was risky, but he also knew that it was the only way to save the hostages and turn the tide of the battle in their favor.
Burz's eyes flickered with a fierce determination as he addressed the gathered nobles in the throne room. He knew that his words would not be well-received, but he had to make them understand the gravity of the situation. His silver hair glinted in the dim light of the room as he spoke, his voice ringing with a firm resolve.
"Yes, we all know that the dragons have the princess and our young orcs as hostages," he began, his gaze sweeping across the room. "But how do we face them head-on? Our best soldiers are gone, and our young orcs have been forced into battle. The dragons have taken our general hostage, and worse yet, he may be dead."
Burz's words hung heavy in the air, weighing on the hearts of the gathered nobles. They knew that the situation was dire, but they had not yet been able to formulate a plan of attack. But Burz was not finished yet.
"Moreover, didn't we hear that the orcs would be attacking alongside the minotaurs?" he continued, his voice rising in urgency. "And yet, we still lost. Two tribes could not even take down the dragons. And now, with Vurdor filled with the elderly, children, and women, how can we possibly face the dragons with such limited resources? Isn't that the same as suicide?"
Note: Burz illustration is in my discord channel.
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